Kamara’s POV As I stared up at the house it looked ridiculously giant like it would swallow me. My parent's house has always been the space I come to for solace. But these past few days I won't deny that I have been running from it. It's almost like the sight of it reminds me of the puddle I am in. All I want is for everything to be over. Giving my belly one last look, I climbed onto the porch. Since I might start showing, I have come to inform my family that I will be away for some time. My siblings are away at school and it is just my parents. That feels easy. There won’t be any sort of emotions hanging around. I peeked into my handbag to see if the fake admission letter Chantelle helped me prepare was in place. I opened the door to hear my dad laughing heartily at something Mum said. A tight smile pulled up on my lips. At least I know they are genuinely happy. I just have to get whatever this is over in less than a year. “Mum? Dad?” I called out dropping my bag in the living r
Kamara’s POVI scoffed in distaste at the box of clothes and shoes Diego sent for me to wear to dinner. It isn’t so bad, but I would hate to give him the satisfaction of wearing it. He seems to like being in control and I detest being controlled. It drives me nuts. Chantelle chortled behind me. “It is such a pity that he spent so much to get you this attire. If only he knows you won’t wear them.” “He has lost his mind. You need to have seen how he spoke to me that day. I just wish there was another way out of this. Men like him shouldn’t be seen parading the streets freely.” “You can’t talk vile about someone who saved your family. Don’t forget it's more of a transaction here. You just have to put up with it until you put it to bed.” I kissed my teeth at how lightly she said it. “It is so frustrating when you act logically as regards this situation. As my friend I expect you to get mad when I do and curse out anyone I complain about.” She got up and massaged my shoulder. “You are
Diego’s POVKamara had turned red at the question. I wasn’t expecting it either, but I have no intention to pretend in front of my Nana. I wanted to tell her that there is nothing like a close relationship between us. But knowing her, she wouldn’t hesitate to express her disappointment in me and make me end the contract. Which would never happen. I have invested too much time and energy. “W..we….” Kamara stuttered. I groaned inwardly, interrupting her. “We didn’t exactly date. It was a very short fling.” I said. To my surprise, Kamara burst into a fit of cough. “Are you okay, darling?” Nana asked looking worried. Kamara waved her hand. “Y…yes, I am thank you.” Nana chuckled lightly. “There is no need to feel bad about that, Kamara. I have learned that there is no rule to attraction. As long as it makes you happy.” She said in her usual way of acting cool. My ear would end up being pulled after dinner. “I hope your parents know about your condition. I wouldn’t want them gettin
Kamara’s POV“Kamara, isn’t this one of the supplements you were given at the hospital? They seem untouched.” Chantelle noted showing me the tablet. I snickered turning my face away. “It is hard to swallow any of it. I think I am fine. If anything was to go wrong I would have been feeling odd by now.” She didn’t look convinced and had a frown on her face. “I don't know about that speculation of yours. But from what I see you haven’t been moving right in the past two days. In fact, you haven’t been eating well and you let out painful winces from time to time. Your body is definitely not in the best of shape.” I gnashed my teeth feeling goosebumps rise on my arm. For some reason, I can’t seem to concern myself with the fetus inside of me. Every time I try to take the pills it feels like suicide. I don’t want to do anything and just remain blank for as long as I can. I hate how much it gets to me no matter how hard I pretend to be fine. I felt Chantelle next to me. She placed a comfo
Diego’s POVI know I shouldn’t be here, but I find myself unable to resist the approach. Kamara wasn’t picking up my calls and I needed to check to see how my child was doing. Only to find her chatting with another man happily. I don’t know which is more annoying. Seeing her holding hands with the guy or the peaceful look in her eyes. Kamara snatched her hand away from the man and it strangely soothed me. “What are you doing here?” “You would have known if you answered your phone and not here flirting with whoever this is.” I bellowed. “Excuse me. My name is Brandon.” The man introduced himself. “Who is this, Kamara?” “It’s no one. Just don’t worry. Let's go talk in your car.” She replied wrinkling her face. I scoffed in disbelief. “Did you just say I am no one? Is he one of your admirers? Haven’t you told him?” Kamara pulled at my hand, fixing her jaw tightly. “Shut up and let's go.” “I don’t want to. You don’t get to order me around.” I gritted. She shut her eyes mumbling
Kamara’s POV “That asshole!” Chantelle cursed loudly as she paced the room back and forth. She had hurried down to the hospital the moment she got my call. I wanted to stop the flow of tears but I couldn’t. It felt like my entire world came crashing down on me and I felt lonely. Chantelle's arrival made me feel more like I had someone to lean on. I can still see the look Diego had in his eyes when he spoke. He couldn’t even pretend to be concerned about my health. I almost feel relieved at the loss of the pregnancy, but remembering all that is at stake makes me detest my life. “If I had my way, I would take the money and throw it to his face. How dare he play with your life like that?” She kept ranting. I should have kept my mouth shut and not told her everything Diego said to me. But I was too overwhelmed and had no one to tell my woes to. I wish my parents were here. They would have consoled me better. My eyes watered and all of my strong walls came crashing down. I have never
Diego’s POV “Doctor, how does it make any sense that the same procedure you did to get her pregnant can’t be repeated again?” I asked putting the phone on loudspeaker. The doctor coughed lightly on the other end. “Sir, the process is beyond just injecting the mix into her. She would have to go through the mental torture of getting her body ready and then carrying the eggs again with the same procedure would harm her. I have told you this before, please I need you to understand me. This is my professional advice, you will be putting a lot at risk if you don’t listen to me. Just in case you intend to visit another doctor. If they get on with it, you are likely to have a murder case on your hands.” I didn’t wait to hear the rest of what she had to say before ending the call. My head seems to be hurting from the news. To think I already made Nana rest assured she was going to have a grandchild soon. That dumb head that calls herself Kamara just couldn’t stay in one place and had to ru
Kamara’s POV I stared blankly at the wall dreading any sound that I might hear. The one I feared the most was my phone ringing. Tears rolled down my face uncontrollably and I couldn’t seem to stop. I have harbored the thought of telling my parents about what I got myself involved in, but what difference would it make? We would end up on the streets and all of my sacrifice would be for nothing. How am I supposed to sleep with a man that I do not have any interest in? It’s bad enough that I have to deal with his disrespect and scornful glares. The room suddenly felt suffocating and the dark shadows of my life kept roaming around me like wraiths. Chantelle knocked roughly from behind the door. “Open the door, Kamara.” She yelled. I have been indoors since yesterday when I got discharged from the hospital without food or water just crying my eyes out. I don’t feel the need to struggle to live. I am at a crossroads in my life that I can’t seem to find a way out of. “Kamara come on,